Laden with burdens, two mules were travelling along; the one was carrying baskets with money, the other sacks distended with store of barley. The former, rich with his burden, goes exulting along, with neck erect, and tossing to-and-fro upon his throat his clear-toned bell: his companion follows, with quiet and easy step. Suddenly some robbers rush from ambush upon them, and amid the slaughter pierce the mule with a sword, and carry off the money; the valueless barley they neglect. While, then, the one despoiled was bewailing their mishaps: "For my part," Says the other, "I am glad I was thought so little of; for I have lost nothing, nor have I received hurt by a wound." 
According to the moral of this fable, poverty is safe; great riches are liable to danger. 